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A13273	All the small vvorkes of that famous poet Iosuah Siluester Gathered into one volume.; Selections	Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.; Bertaut, Jean, 1552-1611.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.; Smith, Henry, 1550?-1591.; Matthieu, Pierre, 1563-1621.	1620 (1620)	STC 23575.5; ESTC S106634	207,883	650

All began Thou madest All and since re-madest Man The Mediatour and the Vmpire giv'n To reconcile reuolted Earth to Heav'n Who to impart to vs His Immortalitie Took part with Vs in this our fraile Mortalitie And in all things except all Sinne alone A perfect Man put all our Nature on Born in the World to make Vs Born-anew In pouertie Vs richly to endew Humbling himself that we might raised be In Seruant's Form to make vs euer Free Came down to Earth Vs vp to Heav'n to mount Was tempted ●eer our Tempter to surmount Dy'd to destroy the Strength of Death and Sin And Rose again our Righteousnes to win How oft did He visite the Poore and Sick Cure the Distracted and Paralitique Restore the Blinde Deaf Dumb and Dead reuiue And Satans Captiues from his rage repriue How many Idiots did He make excell The Wisest Masters in all Israel ●ow many rude plain silly Fisher-men ●are power-full Preachers Fishers then of Men. How-many Sin-sick did he inly cure ●nd deep Soule-wounded binde-vp and assure ●ow-many Proud Loose Cruell Couetous ●ade Hee Meek Modest Gentle Bountious By Him deer Father come we Thee to know ●hy Word thy Will to frame our owne Wils so ●y Him alone Wisedome we seek and finde ● Cares and Crosses to confirm our minde By Him alone Thy sacred Truth we learn ●om suttlest Errors cleerly to discern ●y Him all Cloudes of Darknes are dispell'd ●olatry and Heresie refell'd By Him We pray to Thee and what we craue liuely Faith we are assur'd to haue ●eav'ns Kingdom first Soules Feast Bodies Food ●race Comfort Peaee euery needfull Good By Him be We Thy Children of Adoption Coheires of Heav'n and Vessels of Election Becomming Man He is become our Brother So happy VVe haue also Thee our Father By Him of Thee Thine Holy Spirit we haue Which in our hearts thy Law doth lyuelie graue The Comforter the Spirit of Truth of Loue Of Power of Peace of Wisedome from aboue The Spirit which staies vs when in Storms we ride And steers vs steddie in our Calmer Tide VVhich kills the Flesh and chills infatuate Fires To quicken Soules and kindle Heav'ns-Desires Which brings the Strays home to Thy holy Fold Giues Stutters Tongues and makes the bashful bold Opens the Sense of Sacred Mysteries Giues Form or Life to euerie thing that is In Him Thou built'st Thy Heav'n of Heav'ns excelling Thy Court prepar'd for Saints eternall Dwelling In Him Thou mad'st the VVorld and All to moue In euery Part as doth it best behoue Hee to the fainting heart new heart procures Confirmes the feeble fearefull Soules assures Giues Faith and Hope Loue Grace godly Zeal Happy the Soules where He delights to dwel For Those Hee fills with his aboundant Treasures ●n diuers manners and in diuers measures ●s diuersly befits Thy Churches-state ●o Plant or Prune or Prop or Propagate To some he giues a cleer quick Apprehension ●o some deep Iudgement some Diuine Inuention ●o some the doore of gracefull Eloquence ●o some the store of Wisedoms Excellence Some to interpret with Diuine Dexterity ●he sacred Secrets of th' eternall Verity ●ome School-less Scholars Learned study-less ●o vnderstand and speak all Languages Som to confirm their Office and Thine Oracles ●o work strange Wonders great many Miracles ●euiue the dead recouer natiue Euils ●●re all Diseases and euen cast out Diuels Such are th' Effects Works Vertues gifts graces ●hich by degrees in diuers times and places ●hy Holy Spirit to sillie Men hath giv'n ●om Them to Thee to raise our hearts to Heav'n And as in our fraile Bodies through varietie ●f Members fitted into One Societie ●ne very Soule doth actions different ●●me more Some lesse Noble or Excellent So in the mystick Body of Thy Son Where many Members Loue vnites in One Thine Owne One Spirit works actions admirable Among themselues more or lesse honorable Yet orderly Each his owne Rank obserues And properly Each his owne Office serues Nor boasteth any other not to need For oft the least the most of all doth steed Therefore the stronger must the weak support The safe and sound cheer the afflicted sort The Rich and mighty not despise Inferiours Neither the mean enuie or hate Superiours Were All a Head in This faire Frame of Man Where were the Foot the Hand the Stomack than Were All a Tongue where should the Eye becom● Were All an Eye where should the Eare haue room O Spirit Eternall which hast All compos'd In number measure Order All dispos'd Make Charity Vs mutuall Members moue Vnite our Spirits in thy perpetuall Loue. Quench all Contentions Errors Heresies Which both our Mindes and Bodies tyranize Quench all Concupiscence and foule Desire Which both our Bodies and Soules Death conspir● Vouchsafe our Souls Rest w th out Schismik strife Our Bodies Health through chaste and sober Life What could we ask what should wee rather craue Then in sound Bodies as sound Soules to haue Sound is the Body kept by keeping Chaste With moderate Exercise and mean repast ●ound is the Soule which resteth sober-wise Content in Thee vn-vext in Vanities Sound is the Soule free from all Self-Sedition Of Pride Hate Enuie Auarice Ambition ●nd all the Crowd of Mans Concupiscence ●inding His Will to Thy Obedience Who is so bound Thy Seruant is most Free ●ost Rich who leaues all Riches else for Thee ●ost easie rests who most for Thee endures ●ost Self-distrusting most Thy Strength assures So Thee to Serue is euen to Raign in brief ●o to Obey is to Command in Chief ●o walke Thy Wayes is only Libertie ●o learn Thy Learning ENCYCLOPAEDIE O! happy Those that stand in such a state ●nd in Thy Statutes alwaies meditate ●r if they slip or trip or faile or fall ●eturn betimes and for Thy Mercy call For though thy Law in Firie Thunder-giv'n Threat still the Stubborn with Reuenge frō Heav'n Thy gracious Gospell offers Pardon free To humbled Soules that Sigh in Faith to Thee And Thou who wilt not Sinners die but liue Hast promis'd All so suing to forgiue Thy Word is Truth Thy Promise to fulfill Thou God of Truth hast euer Power and Will O! bountious Thou which doost so oft repaire Our broken Soules and keep'st them from Despair And blessed Wee whose Faith in Love's Physicion Assures our Hope of all our Sins Remission Who-so hath Sorrow for his Sinfulnes Purpose to mend Desire of Holiness Trust in Thy Mercy hath no need to doubt But by Thy Grace his Sins are wyped out O Cordial Word O Comfortable breath Reuiuing Soules euen in the Gates of Death From Iawes of Hell raising our Hopes to Heav'n Therefore deer Lord To Thee all Praise be giv'n Who shall accuse vs now if Thou acquight God being with vs what can vs affright Our Faith in Thee ô What can shake or shock So surely fixt vpon so firm a Rock What shall diuide vs Lord from Loue of Thee ●hall Shame shall Sorrow shall Aduersity ●hal

Blush besprent Trembling for Fear vntill inviting neerer The courteous General 's gentle words re-cheer-her Sweet-hart I am not I am not so fel ●s false Report hath told fond Israel Who Me for Father I for Children take ● love whom love my Lord their God to make And who do both may be assur'd to have What ever Good Mans heart can hope or crave Which Israel well should finde would they give care ●o that Kings Favour whose drad Power they fear ●hen fear not Thou my Love but tell me free ●he happy Cause that hither bringeth thee O Prince said She with the● firm Countenance ●preme for Fortune Wisedome Valiance Of all that ever had Command in Field Or ever manag'd martiall Sword and Shield Although my fraile Sex and weak bodie 's state No longer could endure the wretched fate Wants Labours Dangers and the deep Affright My fellow Towns-folk suffer day and night Yet is not That the Cause that drives me thence Nor That which drawes me to Your Excellence But 't is a never-never-dying Worm Which gnawes my Conscience a continual Storm A holy Fear least I be forc't to eat Among my People some vnlawfull meat For I foresee Sir that our Folk yer long With cruell Famine so extreamely wrung Wil be constrain'd to fill and file them too With vnclean Flesh which GOD forbids vs doo And that the Lord who strikes with iust Revenge Whom-ever dare his dread iust Lawes infrenge Will then without Fight give Thee vp their Place And one of Thine Thousands of Them shall chase Therfore my Lord GOD's Wrath and yours to fly Out of BETHVLIA to your Camp come I Beseeching humbly for your Honors sake That heer no Rigour neither Wrong I take Hee 's more then Wit-less that him wilfull throwes Winking in Dangers that he well fore-knowes And when he may live pain-less and secure ●n Toil-full Fears will his owne Death procure Now please thee grant me in this Vale away From noise and number nightly to go pray Hebrews no sooner shall GOD's Wrath incense But I inspir'd shall shew thine Excellence And then shall I thy valiant Legions lead Over all Iuda and thy Standards spread Shall swell in SION where not one shal dare Lift Launce against thee nor Defence prepare No not a Dog so much as barke at Thine Arms-clashing Army nor their Armors Shine Thy Name alone shall tame the stoutest Troup To Thee the Hils their proudest Tops shal stoup Rivers for Thee their rapid Course shall stay To yeeld Thine Hoste a new vn-wonted way The Prince replies O Worlds sole Ornament Lady as faire as wise and eloquent ●ight Welcome are You and we wish you ever ●n all Contentment with vs to persever ●nd if you proue in Truth and Loyalty ●s you are pleasing to mine Eare and Eye I shall from henceforth worship evermore The mighty GOD you Hebrewes do adore You shall from henceforth only Lady be Both of my Sceptre of my Soule and Me Hence-forth your Name with high Renown shal ring Where Heber Ister Nile and Ganges spring With Licence then soon as the Moon with light Of silver Rayes began to cleer the night The Widow hies to a dark Vale apart Where first she bathes her hands and then her heart Then from her Eyes a luke-warme Rill she showres Then from her Soule this fervent Prayer powres Lord GOD no longer now Thine Aide deny To those that only on Thine Aide rely Lord rescue Those that ready are to spend Their bloods and goods Thine Honor to Defend Lord let our Infants sad and cease-less Mones Our woefull Elders deep and dismall Grones Our Matron's Scrieches Cryes of Virgins faire Our sacred Levit's Day-and-nightly Prayer Perce to Thy Throne to wake thy slumbring Eye Drad GOD of Iustice glorious Father Why Do sulphury Bolts of thy best Thunder light On Carmel's Top and little Hermon smight And let th'Heav'n-threatning Sons of Eearth alone On proudest Ossa prouder Pelion Alas What said I Ah! forgive me Lord This idle rash and vnadvised Word Which in frail Passion my fond Lips did borrow ●rom fervent Zeale of mine vnfained Sorrow No ô Our Lignes sole Piller deerly dread 〈◊〉 knowe Thou shortly wilt their Head be head 〈◊〉 knowe This hand by Thy right hand led out ●hall at one Blowe This Heathen Army rout The end of the fourth Booke BETHVLIANS Rescue THE FIFT BOOKE FOr blood and marrow in his veines and bones The Vice-Roy feeds new Pains new Passions Which while he shuns he seeks feels yet not knows A dead-live Fire which of Self's Cinders growes For th' Hebrew Lady's rapting Rarities Being now sole Obiect of his Soule 's dimme Eyes Sad peevish pale soft drowsie dream-awake Care of his Hoste he doth no longer take Goes no more out a-nights to set his Watches And Courts of Gard about on all Approches Comes not to Counsail neither gives The Word Nor viewes the Quarters of his Camp nor stir'd As Sheep that misse their wonted Gard Guide Dispersed stray now by some Rivers side Or gurgling Brook now vp down the Downes Now in the Groves now on the Fallow grounds So th' Ethnik Army without Rule or Reine Pursue their Pleasures violent or vaine None will obey None but will now Command Each as him listeth dares him now dis-band Hebrews Why stay you now mew'd in your City Now now or never doth the Time befit-ye To sally on the Foe whose rank Disorder Among themselves themselves in Fight wil murder Nay bouge not though of such a Victory GOD will the Honor have and Author be Yet that blinde Cupid did this Tyrant blinde To take the Town was Day and Night his minde Now day and night he mindes but how to gain A Lady's grace Who taken is not taen Her Soul being temper'd more then Fancy-proof ●er-while th'vndanted mighty Theban rough Could not have fear'd Him with his massie Mace Now but a Glance of a weak Woman's Grace Dismaies him daunts him nay evē wounds him deep Past care of Cure and doth him Captive keep ●er-while Ambition with Drums rattling Din A wakt him earely yer the Day peept-in Now Love awakes him and with His Alarms Makes him neglect the Hebrews and their Arms ●er-while he had Princes and Kings at bay Now of Him Selfe hath neither Power nor Sway. Alas alas Vnhappy Change said Hee Must I live Captive to my Captive-Shee Is This alas to live the Body base't The minde as brute and both their Power defac't This 's not a Life or is worse Life to feel Then sad Ixion's on the brazen Wheel Eternall turning or a life in brief Most like the Life of that celestiall Thief Whose ever-never-dying heart and liver On Schythian Rocks feed a fel Vulture ever What boots me t' have subdew'd so many Lands What to have tam'd with my victorious hands All Nations lodg'd betwixt Hydaspes large And th'Haven where Cydnus doth in Sea discharge Sith I am vanquisht by the feeble Might Of Captive IVDITH's Glance What boots

Bed The which the-while he full of Thorns doth think But now the Fume of his aboundant Drink Drouzing his Brain beginneth to deface The sweet Remembrance of her louely Face Alreadie wheels his Bed alreadie shine A thousand Rayes before his slumbring Eyne Alreadie in his Eares now waxen numme A thousand Drones with buzzing Noise do humme He sees Chiméras Gorgons Mino-Taures Medusas Haggs Alectos Semi-Taures But IVDITH's heart still beating thick with-in Felt a fell Combat in it self begin Now causing Fear her sacred Fervour quash Anon her Fervour her faint Fear to dash IVDITH said She Thy Iacob to deliuer Now is the Time Now to-it Do-it neuer O! Yes O! No. I will I will not I Shall I profane kinde Hospitality Nay rather shall I sanctifie't the more When by the same I shall the Saints restore But Traitors euer bear Dishonors brand Traitors be Those betray not save their Land But Murderers Heaun's rigbteous Iudge abhors Why all Man-killers are not Murtherers But Hee 's a Murderer who his Prince hath slain This is a Tyrant not My Soverain But GOD hath now bequeath'd Him vs for Lord. Hee 's not of GOD that wars against his Word Why then may All their Tyrants kill and rid So Ahod Iahel and so Iehu did Yea but from Heau'n had They autentik Warrant So hath my Soule approued and apparant But ah how weak art Thou this Work to act Whom GOD assisted neuer strength hath lackt But hadst thou done the Sequel's more to doubt GOD brought me in GOD will bring me out What if He please leaue thee in Heathens hands Their Chieftain dead I fear nor Death nor Bands But to their Lust thou shalt be left a Prey Neuer my Minde my Body force they may Then in this point thus sacredly confirm'd With hands heav'd vp her eies on Heav'n she firm'd And softly Thus poures to the Lord her Prayer O gracious GOD who with paternal Care Hast euer kept thine Israel strengthen Thou Mine Arm with Thine that it may nimbly now Cut-off this Tyrant who thus dares presume To scale the Heav'ns Thy Sceptre to assume And fith thy grace through thousand storms more Hath brought my Bark in sight of wished shore O let it land with Poppie's sleepiest sap This Tyrant's sense benum in end-less Nap That I may raise this Siege Thy Thralls release Return Thee Praise and to thy SION Peace Her Praier done the Drunken Prince she heares Snotting aloud Then faire and soft She neeres His Pallets side and quickly takes the Sword Which had so oft the groaning Earth begor'd But euen about the fatal Blowe to giue Fear from her hand did the fel Weapon reaue Her hart did faint her strength did faile her quite O GOD then said She strengthen by Thy Might My timerous heart's and trembling hand 's Consent Then on the Duke so stiffe a stroake she lent As happily tri-parted at the poule Th' Head from the Body Body from the Soule His Soule to Hell his Body on the Bed In IVDITH's hand his grim and ghastly Head Which soon her Handmaid in her Night-bag hid Then speeding thence suspect-less or vnspi'd Without Impeach the Pagan Hoste they past For if that any saw them trip so fast Heav'n-blinde they thought She went but as before Tower Into the Vale bright Diane to adore Now when chaste IVDITH came to th' Hebrews Ope open said She for the GOD of Power Th' Assyrian Forces hath this Night forlorn And lifted vp his chosen Iacob's forlorn The Town amaz'd at her Return vn-hop't Presse to the Port which instantly they op't Thronging about her who a Tarras mounts And her Exploit from point to point recounts Then from her Bag for Proof of what she said She pulls the-while the dreadfull Pagans Head The Citizens when in her hand they sawe Th' Assyrian's Head's Head full of humble Awe Extoll th' Almighty who so mighty Foe By a weak Woman had subdewed so But most of all did Ammons Prince admire GOD's dreadfull Iudgement and to scape His ire Who Israel thus of vanquisht victoriz'd His Flesh and Heart he sodain circumciz'd How sweetly Lord Thy sacred Prouidence Mens suttlest Wisdome in their Plots preuents For thine Elected vnto Life to guide Into thy Fold when most they seem beside Good out of Ill thou draw'st making their Sin Means ' gainst their minds their Goodnes to begin Lord foule Desire of Murther and of Spoile Brought this late Pagan to th' Isacian Soile Where meaning first Thy Peoples bloud to spill Now spend his Owne for their deer sakes he wil Thy mercy so from his maligne Affect Maugre his minde brought forth a good Effect So neer Damascus mad'st thou by thy Call Of Wolf a Shepheard of a Saule a Paule Of Persecutor an Apostle brief Of Chief of Sinners among Saints the Chief So sodainly that all the Saints about Admir'd his Doctrine Yet his Deeds did doubt So the Saint Thief which suffered with our Sauior Was led to Life by his Death-dew Behauior And when no longer Earth could bear his Sin Was in a Moment made Heau'ns Citizen O feareful-hopeful Precedent of Grace Such as but One GOD's holy Books imbrace ●ne that None humbled should despaire of Pardon But One that None presume in Sin to harden So turn good Lord O turn the hearts of Princes Whose Rage their realms w th Sts. deer bloud berinses O! let the Sword Thou in their hand hast put None but Thy Foes none but Those Tyrants cut Who cursedly Thee or Thy CHRIST blaspheme Vsurping IVDA and IERVSALEM ●nd all Thy Golden Candlesticks beside Threating the West too with their Power Pride Not Those who humbly only euermore ●hee TRINITY in VNITY adore Then as the braue Virago ordered Soldier takes th' Assyrian Tyrants Head And for the Hebrews more Encouragement ●lad sets it vp vpon the Battlement There Parents Children Maids Widowes sad Whom Pagan Swords but new bereaued had ●f Children Parents Louers Husbands deer ●wixt Grief and Anger as distracted neer Pull-off his Beard pull out his hatefull Tongue Which had blasphemed Heau'n Earth so long Spit in his Face scratch poach-out his Eyes And all that Hate and Fury can deuise For lyue Remembrings of their wrongs them make On his dead Head this dead Reuenge to take Aurora weary of the cold Embrace Of her old Spouse began in Inde apace To paint her Portal of an Opal hew When of Bethulians all the brauest Crew Issue in Arms and such a Noise withall Such Shouts and Cries as if in th'antike Braule All th' Elements breaking the bands of Order Were by the Eares and in their old Disorder The Court of Gard that night vnusuall strong Towards the Town hearing such Noise so long Start from their Sleep and crying Arm arm arm Giue sodainly to all their Hoast Alarm One for his owne his Fellowes Helm puts-on One his right Vantbras on left arm doth don One on his neck for Launce a Libbet takes One speeds him quick

another scarce awakes One mounts his Horse yer he be curb'd or girt And without Spurs Others to shew more heart Would make a Stand some neither wake nor sleep Some braue in Word in Deed as faint as Sheep Now by degrees this Noise comes to the Eares Of Holosernez Houshold Officers ●o that sad Bagos hies him in all hast Vnto the Tent where th' Ethnick slept his last With trembling hand once twice or thrice he knockt ●ut an eternall Sleep the Doors had lockt Of his Lord's eares who had already crost ●he Stygian Ferry not to be re-crost Then hearing still th' Isacians lowder shout ●e makes the Doore fly-open with his Foot ●nd entring findes in gorie Bed lowe shrunk Not Holofernez but his Head-less Trunk ●hen did he teare his haire and rent his Clothes ●nd to the Clowds roars out in yelling Oathes ●specially when IVDITH there he mist Whom now the Murdress of his Lord he wist When ragefull rushing from the bloody Tent ●his hideous Cry through all the Camp he sent Woe woe to vs Alas this cursed Night ●cursed Captiue hath confounded quight ●ur awefull Army and vndone vs All 〈◊〉 treacherous slaughter of our GENERAL This new Affright redoubled on the first The stoutest harts doth so dis-hart and burst That All at-once abandoning their Armes Pikes Swords Shields Darts Arrowes all by swarms Be take them to their heels o'r Hill Dale Flying from one death on a worse to fall Then the Besieged in great Troops descend And on their backs revenging Bowes they bend Both run apace Those fly These follow fast But those that fly make lesse good speed then haste For without losse of Man th' Hebrews at will The flying Pagans slaughter thrash and thrill Euen as a Lyon in Getulian Lawnes Bestreawes the soile with fearfull Kids and Fawnes Where not a Beast his Furie dares abide Nor lift a horne against his awefull pride One from a Rock himselfe doth headlong dash And all to peeces all his parts doth pash Other forgetting that in deepest depth Fate findes vs out into a Riuer leap'th But if by speed or some good hap perhaps This Mornings first fel Fury any scapes He scapes not though those Hebrews outrages Who kept about the Straits Passages So that scarce one of such a Rout could bring To Niniué the Newes vnto the King The Battaile rather th' Execution don Out of the Citie flocked euery-one Whom Sex or Age had hitherto restrain'd To see the drad Revenge the Lord had rain'd So suddainly and past all Expectation On those fell Foes of His deer Holy Nation One full of Wounds yet gasping calls in vain On lazie Death to end his lingering pain One grinning gastly in his visage grim ●howes dead the Rage that liuing sweld in him ●ome mangled heer some there some round about ●nd euery Soule a sundry way went out ●ccordingly as Valor Sleight or Chance ●ed the dead-doing Sword or Dart or Launce 〈◊〉 short This sight so truly tragick was That euen the Victors would haue sigh't alas ●ad they so vanquisht any Foe but This. But rifling long among the Carcases ●t last the Body of the Duke they found Thogh head-less known best by that only wound ●hither they throng That euery blade must thrill ●nd euery one that Corps againe would kill A hundred Swords a hundred Pikes and Darts Are euery moment goring all his parts And euery Nerue Vein Muscle Ioynt they hack Till room at last their Vulgar Rage doth lack For were his Bulk as big as Atlasses His Limbes as many as Encéiades And strong Briareus yet yet think I all Their dire Revenge would still still think too small For of the Iewes none so base Clown there is But would a Gobbet of that Flesh of His. Giue Tyrant giue thy Right hand to Cilicians Thy Left to Medes giue one Arm to Phoenicians Th' other to Ismael and divide thy Feet Between th' Egyptian and the Coelianite That euery Nation whom Thine Arms offenc't May by some Part be partly recompenc't Alas I erre for all in Atomies Wert Thou divided all would not suffise But IVDITH nor forgetful nor ingrate Would neither bury nor Selfe-arrogate The sacred honor for Assistance given In This great Work by th'All-work hand of Heav'● But tyming meet her Feet to Timbrells noise This Hymne she sings with glad-sad warbling voice Follow'd by all the Flower of Hebrew Dames Maids Widowes Wiues of faultless Forms Fames Laude laude we lowd with verse with voice strings The GOD of GODs the glorious King of Kings Those Power alone pulls Tyrants down reareth ●eek in their Room who HIM ay-faithfull feareth For who would thinke one Citie in one Day 〈◊〉 suddainly could such an Hoast dismay Whose high Exploits had all the World astounded And from the Indes to Iapheths Inns resounded Lord who wold think that HOLOFERNES ●ate Proud Conqueror of many a Potentate ●hould lose his Life for all his Selfe-affiance 〈◊〉 one weak Woman not a Troop of Giants Who who would thinke that HE who late possest At least had power from farthest East to West ●om Pole to Pole stretching his arms all-over ●ould not haue left one Inch of Turse for Cover That stately Prince so thick attended-on ●●w dead alas lyes aboue ground alone ●t not alone for Those that seru'd him living ●●sort him dead Proofe of their Duties giving Nor yet aboue ground for the Ravens become His mangled Bodie 's better-worthy Toomb Then pretious Marble let and Iacynth gilded Which for his Bones Himselfe had proudly builded So so good Lord from Hence-forth let vs finde Thee not our Iudge but as our Father kinde And so Hence-forth the Foes of SION rather Feele Thee their Iudge then their propitious Father Heer IVDITH ends Heer also end will I With thanks to GOD and to Your Maiestie To GOD for bringing This my Work about To You for daigning to haue read it out FINIS LITTLE BARTAS OR Brief Meditations ON The Power Providence Greatnes Goodnes of GOD In the CREATION of the World for Man Of Man For HIM-SELFE Translated Dedicated To the most Royal Lady ELIZABETH by IOSVAH SYLVESTER HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE TO The most Royal Lady ELIZABETH Infanta of England Princess PALATINE of Rhine SWeet Grace of GRACES Glory of Your Age Lustre of VERTVES Moral and Diuine Whose Sacred Rayes already far out-shine Your Princely State Your Royall Parentage Heer to your HIGHNES with all Good-Presage Congratuling Your little PALATINE I consecrate This LITTLE-One of Mine To serue Your Self first then Your Son for Page Your gracious Favours to my former Brood So binde my Thoughts so bolden my Desires To showe Mee gratefull as I know You good That Thus to YOV This LITTLE Mine aspires Little in Growth yet of so great a Spirit As happily Your Graces grace may merit To Your Highnes Seruice Dulie and Trulie devoted Iosuah Sylvester Souhaits Royaux Loyaux Au Roy. AIusi l' Ancien des Temps

basest birth Of name-lesse Men indeed the Scums of Earth And yet to Such am I now made a Song A Ballad and a By-word on their tongue Yea These despise me and despight me too Spet in my Face and make no more adoo Because the Lord my Bowe-string hath vnbent And slackt my Cord therefore these insolent Insulters Now loose and let-go the Raines Of all Respect vnto their lewd Disdaigns Now very Boyes do take the Wall of me Trip at my Feet and in their Iollitie Mis-iudge my Life and of me Rumors raise After their owne cruell and cursed Waies They mar my Path that I haue walked in Further my Woes and haue no help therein As a wide Flood-breach they haue rushed on-me And with the Ruines haue roul'd-in vpon-me Terrors are turn'd vpon me and pursew My Life as Winde my Weale as Vapours flew Therefore my Soule in sore Afflictions vext ●s poured out and inly deep perplext Daies dark and irksome haue vpon me seaz'd And in the Night when Others most are eas'd My very Bones within me are opprest Nay pierced through my Sinnewes take no rest My strange Disease with angry Violence Of th'hot Impostumes loathsome Virulence Hath staind my Garments with straining Dolor About my Neck it gripes me as a Coller Laid in the Dust I roule the Mire among Become'n indeed like Ashes Dust and Dung. To Thee I cry to Thee the while I call But Lord Thou hear'st not nor doest heed at all Nay Thou art also Cruel turn'd to me With hot Assaults as on an Enemie Thou lift'st me vp as in a Storm the Stubble To ride a Whirle-winde while with Fear Trouble I faint and fall d●sso●ued as it were In deadly Swound hurry'd I wot not where But well I wot Thou soon wilt bring me home To Death the House where all that liue shall come Whither thy H●nd thou wilt no longer st●etch And Whence no Prayers boot nor need to fetch Did not I weep for Others Wofulnes Was not my Soule grieu'd at the Poores Distresse When Good I lookt for Euill came when Light A dismall Darknes worse then blackest Night My bowels boiled with continuall heat A troublous Time vpon me sodain set Not with the Sun but Sorrow black I turn'd Amid th' Assembly lowd I cry'd and mournd With hidious Noyse for horrid Anguishes As kin to Dragons and to Ostriges My Harp is tuned to a heauie Tone My Musick turned to the voyce of Mone I Made a Couenant with my constant Eyes Cap. ● From gazing out on blazing Vanities Hauing my Choise wheron my thoughts were staid Why should I once m●-think vpon a M●d For O! for such what Part what Portion is With GOD aboue in th'Heritage of Basse Nay is there not Destruction still behinde Strange Punishment for Wicked of this kinde Are not my Paths apparant vnto GOD Doth not He see and sum the Steps I trod If I haue walkt in Vanitie and Pride If vnto Fraud my Foot haue euer hy'd In his iust Balance let him waigh me right And he shall find me by his Beam vpright If that my Steps haue straid or trod awry If that my Heart haue harkened to mine Eye If to my Hand haue cleaued any Spot If Blood or Bribes the same did euer Blot Then let me Sowe and Others eat my Crop Yea let my Plant be euer plucked-vp If euer Woman haue my heart beguil'd Or I laid wait t' haue Others Wife defil'd Let mine again vnto Another grinde And me be punisht in my Sins owne kinde For This is sure a high and hainous Crime To be condemn'd and punisht in the prime Yea 't is a Fier whose Fury would not cease But ruine all and root out my Increase If euer I despis'd my Man or Maid Debating with me and them ouer-waid What shall I do What Answer shall I make When GOD as Iudge their Cause shall vndertake Did not one Maker them and me create Of Matter like in Manner like and Fate If euer I delay'd the Poor's desire Or let the Widowes longing Hopes to tire Or euer eat my Morsells all alone And gaue the Orphan and the needy none He hath been with me from my Child-hood bred As with a Father She in Husband's sted Hath euer had my Counsell for her Guide My Power for Guard my Purse her Want suppli'd If I haue seen or suffered any Poore To lie and die Naked or out of Doore Nay if his Loynes be-blest not me from harm Because my Fleece and Cottage kept them warm If euer I against the Impotent Poore Father-lesse or Friend-lesse Innocent For Feare or Fauour of a Friend or Foe For Gain or Grudge that I did euer owe Haue lift my hand or Him in right withstood Or when I might haue haue not don him good Then let mine Arme off from my Shoulder fall And from the bone be pasht to powder all For GOD's drad Iudgements did I alwaies feare Whose Highness Wrath I could nor balk nor beare If I on Gold haue fixt my Hope or Heart Or to the Wedge haue said My Trust thou art If I haue ioy'd for being grow'n so Rich Or for my Hands had gotten me so much If when I saw the Sun or Moon to shine My heart intic't in secret did incline To th' idle Orgies of an Idolist Or Heathen-like my Mouth my Hand hath kist Or if in Summer of my golden Dayes Or siluer Nights shining with prosperous Rayes My heart in priuate hath been puft too-high Ascribing all to mine owne Industrie Which had been impious Sacrilege and Pride For then had I the GOD of Heav'n deny'd If I reioyc't at Ruine of my Foes Or haue triumphed in their Ouerthrowes Or haue so much as let my Tongue to roule Or Heart to wish a curse vnto their Soule Though oft my Seruants in their rage extream Would fain haue beaten nay haue eaten them If I haue shut the Stranger out of Doore Or let-not-in the wearie Pilgrim poore If I like ADAM haue conceald my Sin And closely cloakt my Wickednes with-in Although I could haue ouer-born with Awe Whole multitudes the meanest Groom I sawe I feared so I durst not wring nor wrong Nor wrangle with but kept my Tent and Tongue O! that I had an equall Arbitrer To heare and waigh consider and confer Behold my Aime th' Almighty I desire A certain Signe of mine Intent intire For He I know would sentence on My side And witnesse for me that I haue not ly'd Then though against me in his fell Despite Mine Aduersarie should a Volume write It as a Robe I on my back would beare And as a Garland on my head it weare I would by peece-meale shew my Conuersation All so vnlike to all his Accusation That clearing Me it should him more conuince To come and aske me Pardon as a Prince But If my Land against me plead or plain Or If my Furrowes cry-out or complain If Tithe-lesse Tax-lesse Wage-lesse Right-lesse I Haue eat the Crop or